The hall itself was like them, but larger, with low, wide eaves that made, as it were, a gallery all round, raised a little from the ground.

Daylight showed that every timber that could be seen was carved most wonderfully, but one could not heed that now in the torchlight.
A man stood on guard in the stockade gate, and Gorm the Steward spoke to him, bidding him salute the queen who had returned.

He gave one look at Gerda, and tossed his leathern helm in the air, and so fell in with us as we crossed the courtyard to the great door.

From the hall came the pleasant sounds of song and laughter from the courtmen within.
Gorm knocked and the doors flew open.

The shipmen had been expected to return with him for supper.